Someday, darling, we will make history.

I wish you still loved me.

Every poet has a reason
Poetry he crafts
Healing in the hearts prison.

Every poet has a reason
Carefully he colours
His souls grey canvas.

Every poet has a reason
In his minds Infiniti
He sees every season.

Every poet has a reason
His hopes are his ink
Shattered on a paper

Every poet has a reason
Burdens he pens
That can't be told*

Every poet has reason
For Beauty of poetry
Is what he admires

I'm sitting on a chair,
Reading someone else's life.

The wind blowing outside,
And I only wish for it to take me away.

The quietness of the room,
Isn't the one that I love.
But the one that I'm so used to.

My eyes dart from my book to my screen,
Hoping someone would reply.
A friend to keep me company.
Someone who is there for me.

But my eyes droop at an empty inbox,
I realize no one is.
They all have their own lives to deal with,
And I'm left alone.

The wind blowing
Everything but my mistakes.
My regrets.
The things I don't want.

I wish I were a speck of dust.
Hated,
Tiny,
Weak,
But so easily swept away.

I could fly away from a problem,
Without hurting.

I think too much.
So that's why I'm mad at me.

I was too blind,
To see that you were happy.

To rain on your parade,
Is the last thing I want to do.

I just want to make you laugh.
I just want to make you laugh.

But this karma
Of being alone I deserve.

I want a friend.
I want a laugh.

I want you,
To do that for me.

I think you are hurting.
But you are smiling.

I'm blind,
I can't see over my big head.

And I'm very sorry.

A deaf boy once wrote
"Mama, the silence is too loud."